I live in a modern sub-division at the edge of a small town. A ten-minute walk takes me to a field surrounded by oak trees, blackberries, oat grass. Neighbors see foxes at dusk, a bobcat, and occasionally a mountain lion. In the heat of one afternoon, the day before our first Zoom gathering, I had … Read more
For me, the day begins before the sun rises. It is a time I love, a time when I am alone, and the world begins anew. I usually open the window to listen. A bird sings a single note, a few houses away. There is something that goes on in this moment before dawn, a … Read more
The story of a woman runs deep like an underground river. Sometimes we catch a glimpse of it. Other times, it runs so deep that it lies forgotten – its sacredness nearly lost to memory. But what I have seen in sitting with women in circles, especially women at risk of homelessness, is that these … Read more
How is it that in our deepest time of need, there comes a light of wisdom that helps us to see in the darkness? To see where our attention needs to be. To remember what is sacred in the midst of tumult. One night I fell asleep, yearning to make sense of certain events in … Read more
Many years ago, when a dear friend of mine became ill, I took care of her one night. I seemed to lie awake all night, until the early hours of the morning when I fell asleep. I had so much doubt, so much worry. But as I was waking up in the morning, I heard … Read more
I have been reflecting on this greening, so beautifully expressed in many of the dreams that women shared on the last blog. They have to do with honoring the sacredness of life – and how we weave this thread of light and love into our everyday world.
We sit in circle… six women who are homeless and living in shelters, a colleague and myself. After a silent meditation, I offer a writing exercise that begins with the words, Once there was a seed…. A stillness settles in the room as the women concentrate on their writing. Ten minutes later, I invite the … Read more
Recently, I began working with women who are housed in a safe-parking shelter in the small town where I live. We meet in a large white tent. It’s exposed to the elements: the tent walls flap in the wind, the heat can sometimes be overwhelming. But inside the tent, there is a space. And in … Read more
I know many women who are trying to understand a fresh way of being in life, of how we become conscious of the feminine, of the sacred that is a natural way. I think about this deep, dark place in women that is our natural capacity to be receptive to love. I remember a woman being told in a dream, “Women have forgotten their capacity.”
Welcome! My name is Anne. A few weeks ago I saw an image of this blog page in a dream. On the left of the page was a profile of a pregnant woman. I knew that I had to hold the intention for this blog, and not fill it with my ideas about what it’s supposed to be.